If history gave us mulligans, I would infiltrate the crusades and make one “tiny” change. Rather than a calculated crusade of conversion, I would wage a war of wasteful embrace. Marching Continue reading “A Wasteful Embrace”
Walking westward, finally closing in on the spires guiding me like the Bethlehem star, I was in for a disappointing surprise…
“I keep thinking what good wine and beer I have at home as well as a beautiful wife, or should I say boss?”
The town of Wittenberg is a thousand years old, but took nearly half that time to produce the famous reformer who wrote this about his wife. The half millennia since have seen Martin Luther’s thinking spread worldwide, including the little church in Florida via Scotland where it set the tone for my upbringing. By that time Continue reading “The Half-life of Reform”
I can’t really remember exactly when I became convinced that we had it all Right.
That somehow we – the independent protestant church, and me – had been able to travel through time directly to the early disciples, skipping all the blemishes and growth from church history along the way, without owning or thanking those who’d gone before us.
We are re-creating the infant church – the New Testament church – but not the adolescent church of the 5th or 10th or 15th century. Never mind the crusades, indulgences, overruling of science, manifest destiny of America, slavery, treatment of women –no, that church got it wrong, but not our church.
That church got it wrong, but not our church.
When we’re so willing to correct yesterday’s practices, how can we be so incorrigible today? Continue reading “Time Travel”